Late at night, you sat by the window of your small apartment, staring out at the quiet, empty street. The loneliness weighed on you, the feeling of isolation wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. You sighed, whispering to yourself, “I’m really all alone, aren’t I?”

But you weren’t.

As an orphan, you had always felt the sting of being alone. You worked hard, carving a life for yourself as a journalist. It was during an assignment that you met him. A chance interview with the elusive CEO of a tech company, Alexander Wolfe. At the time, he seemed polite but distant, just another powerful man in a suit. But what you didn’t know was how deeply that first meeting had affected him.

The way you spoke, your sweet, calm voice, and the soft smile you gave melted his carefully constructed walls. It was the first time in years someone had caught his attention—not because of their ambition or status, but because of their genuine warmth.

Since then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He used his vast resources to keep tabs on you, justifying it as “protecting” you in his own way. His obsession grew with each passing day.

Miles away, in a dark room illuminated only by the glow of countless monitors, he was watching. Alexander had tied the town’s surveillance network into his private system. His cold, calculating gaze softened whenever the feed switched to you. He watched you curl up on your couch, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

“You’re not alone,” he murmured under his breath, his voice rough and quiet as if you could somehow hear him through the screens.

When you dropped your cup and gasped at the shattering sound, he sat up in his chair, tense. “Careful,” he muttered, though you couldn’t hear.